swords of damocles

Bad RHPS Song Descriptions
  • Science Fiction/Double Feature: idk here's a bunch of random words and film references put together
  • Dammit Janet: I brought my own ring to somebody else's wedding so here you go
  • Over At The Frankenstein Place: This is the only place around for miles and its a castle, which means it must be safe
  • Time Warp: The best time filler in history
  • Sweet Transvestite: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS
  • Sword of Damocles: I have been alive for literally 30 seconds and i already hate it
  • I Can Make You A Man: You gonna be so fuckin hot bro
  • Hot Patootie Bless My Soul: Fuck you and your lame ass party
  • I Can Make You A Man reprise: So now that *that's* over...
  • Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me: Bitches be 3 hours old-- be lookin 23
  • Eddie: My nephew is a dick
  • Rose Tint My World: We're doomed
  • I'm Going Home: Man fuck this planet
  • Super heroes: idk why they called us hero and heroine in the beginning credits because we are far from that
  • Science Fiction/Double Feature reprise: That whole thing reminded me of Macbeth,,

Heh, that’s what you should do, when you have an exam tomorrow… draw some more Enjolras. He’s a great motivator furthermore(especially when he’s not pleased). I definitely will work harder every day with this picture above my head, hanging like a sword of Damocles. That might mean more pictures for you in the future.

I have a little question for you, by the way. I’ve some interesting experiment on my mind - to draw some series of association with friends of ABC and some random stuff (like, for example, with which season of the year I indentify each of the ABC friends, and some more). If you are interested, let me know. That might encourage me to make it faster.

November is not Christmas

Look I like Christmas. But I like it when confined to its month, December. If it starts too soon, I don’t feel as much joy about it. I get tired. The songs wear thin. I get stressed. All the things I don’t like about Christmas pile up. I gotta be careful with that joy and make sure it lasts the whole month long. Stretching it out endangers that. 

November is not Christmas. 

November is post-Halloween recovery month. November is a time when the colors fade, the seasons shift, people get extremely busy at work and school, and the looming sense of winter (and ~The Holidays~ ominously approaching) hovers over our heads like the Sword of Damocles. Stuff is still spooky, but now with an eerie and mournful tone. Halloween is bright and cheerful, and has the energy of a harvest festival, a celebration. November is when you realize you have to ration your emotions and food for the winter months. 

November pretty much ends, in America, with Thanksgiving. A coming together of family and friends for food and comfort, for symbols of togetherness and bonding. A holiday of circling together in a group for warmth, food, and reassurance that yes, we are together, and yes, we are grateful for each other, and yes, we can make it through this winter together. This is, I think, no accident, that it has endured as such for so many years. 

November is not Christmas. 

At least, it’s not for me. If October and Halloween are a bright neon orange tree to me, November is a tree with withering leaves falling one by one. October and Halloween are the dancing skeleton, November is the half-buried skeleton you find in a field. 

November is not Christmas. 


Sword of Damocles (ダモクレスの剣, Damokuresu no Tsurugi) is the symbol of the Kings.

The sword shows the truest image of its King’s condition.

Hands of Damocles

Have you ever heard of the story of the Sword of Damocles? It’s a tale about a man who switches places with a king so he can have all the luxury, but then he realizes that there’s a sword hanging above his head, attached to the ceiling with only a hair.

I feel like when a ler teases a lee by wiggling their fingers above a tickle spot, it’s kind of the same principle as the sword. The lee has to wait, anticipating the attack on their soft spots, not knowing when those devious hands are going to come down….

Only, of course, they wont succumb to the hands of death, but rather…

The hands of their evil ler…..;)